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TThe day they came for our cars, was the day they took Dad. It was way back in the mid-2020s, right when the crackdown… can I say that now? Dare I use such words? I guess it’s been long enough. Anyway, it was back when the cool cars all first started disappearing.
Continue reading “The Day They Came For Our Cars”
A bit of fun for the New Year! – Across multiple universes, there are multiple versions of me. Different lives, different environments, different contexts, but is there a common thread that unifies such diversity?
None of these are me, all of them are me. Which are the ones you’d want to know more about? Maybe even hear more of their stories? Meet them below:
Continue reading “Multiverse of Me!”Was so proud of this review of my comic book ‘Let’s Jam’ back in 1996. This was printed in a small press review magazine and I reprinted it in this leaflet at the time which I just now came across.
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‘Okay Sal, see you tomorrow. Make sure to lock up before you leave!’
‘Yes sir, will do of course,’ replied Sal. As the door slammed shut, he continued: ‘just as I do every fucking day innit? When do I ever not bloody lock up?’
Continue reading “Okay nah, Sal?”
1858, Uttar Pradesh, India:
Jai knelt quietly in the underbrush, his heart pounding and sweat beading on his brow as he peered through the leaves at the clearing beyond, berating himself in hushed tones.
Continue reading “Raj Hunter”
“They’re planning vacations here for goodness sake. This is intolerable!” the senator furiously stabbed a finger at a printed leaflet on the table in front of him and shouted at the assembled gathering around him.
Continue reading “Pre-emptive Strike”In the mid 90s I did some comic-book script writing and created some characters and stories that actually made it into print – well, Small Press Print as it was known – with the help of a couple of fantastic artists.
Click over to flick through the comic book now!
In a time not too distant from today…
The apartment was silent, the lights dim and the man was alone. Yet he moved charily in his own home. As he stepped from the bathroom, his eyes darted left and right along the darkened corridor. He checked every room and ensured all the lights were switched off, cloaking his world in deeper darkness.
Continue reading “The Secret Lives of Muslims”
Cigart manoeuvred the service pod to a gentle landing. He put it as close as the safety protocols would allow, to the ragged precipice of the solar system’s grandest canyon, Valles Marineris, on Mars.
Continue reading “The Marineris Hotel”
Unseen by any satellites, radars or any of Earth’s considerable complement of early warning systems, the sleek and stealthy long-range scout ship pierced through the upper atmosphere and continued plunging towards the end of its long, long interstellar voyage.
Continue reading “Alien Invasion: Target Burj!”